the very first post ... ever

I used to write so freely -- songs, poetry, journals. Something happened though. I sometimes wonder .. could that "something" that happened be growing up? Am I just too busy to enjoy the simpler things of life, and to sit down and think about them, to the point where I am overflowing with ideas and thoughts. Things that I simply must get out of my system? But at the same time, I cannot force it out. Lord knows I've tried. I've tried writing songs again, and thats just how they sound -- painfully forced. And so .. I give up.

So this is my attempt to slow down at life and enjoy the finer things.